The Eagles head coach was sitting sorrowfully on his chair, his eyes wandering over his bold proclamation a year ago :

-I prophesied that we'd never lose a game this season, but here we are. 4th place in our division. 3/6/6 record. We don't even have the most mighty blow in the league now, and the damage we inflicted was barely enough to keep the fans interested. But there's still one thing left to do: sabotage our fellow division mate, with his place in the playoffs assured.

Taking out a run-inscribed dagger, he pierces his finger with it, blood dripping unto the runes.

They light up, and the small dagger is now a mighty spear.


*We do not forget. We do not lay down and die.*

The Eagles shall strike hard and true, then rise again reborn in the next season.



Wash the necks of your players Kaiowas, because we're coming for them.